Pizza Delivery

by Young Horny Dumb

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My name is Tristan. I just graduated high school and took a summer job at the local pizza shop in town to save up some extra money before heading off to college. I’m gay, but don’t at all look it… or at least what may be expected. I’ve always been a little bit bulky in the midsection and have a scrappy beard you’d except most 18 year olds to have to go with my short-ish haircut. I wasn’t very much into grooming personally.  I am 5’10 and a little muscle from lifting weights with my dad. I was waiting to come out since I live in a small town and didn’t really want to deal with the heckling from the conservative community. I’ve played around with guys in school, some guys on the football team that needed to keep it hush hush, but those are stories for another time.

It was a late shift on a Tuesday, our slowest night of the week, and my manager asked if I’d be okey with closing up so that he could take care of his kids. I didn’t see any problem with it; the phone hadn’t rung in hours and not having to drive to beat up delivery truck was fine by me. About an hour before closing, I got a call:


“Thank you for calling Tony’s Pizza, how can I help you?”

It was an older gentleman on the line with a deep gruff sounding voice, “can I place an order for delivery?”

“Im sorry, sir. I’m the only one here so we have no more deliveries going out tonight.”

“Please, my car is in the shop and you are the ONLY place that delivers in town. I’ll give you a nice tip.”

Naïve as I was, I thought how I could definitely use money. I pulled up his profile on the computer based on his number on the caller I.D. He was in the system: Mr. James Roberts. I saw his address was just on the edge of our delivery radius so I could see why he was begging for the delivery.

I then spotted a note at the bottom of his profile: BIG Tipper!-)

Not sure why there were extra symbols on the note, but it was a slower night so I could use a nice tip.

“I’ll tell you what,” I said “I can deliver to you after I close up in about an hour. That work for you?”

“Thanks, boy. I appreciate it.”

I was a bit thrown by him calling me boy, but in this town, I’ve definitely been called weirder things. I took his order and started it up as I cleaned up the shop. It was dead for the remaining hour, so I was glad I took the order to get at least something for the night.

I closed up and jumped in the rickety delivery truck with the pizza and headed over. Mr. Roberts house was on the edge of town up the hill. Gorgeous view houses that only the wealthier could afford. Even though we were in summer, it was starting to get a bit chilly and got quite dark very early.

When I got to the address, I pulled over and jumped out of the car. It was a smaller home in comparison to the larger mansions further up the hill, but still must have been at least three bedrooms. No car in the driveway, as I was warned, and thankfully Mr. Roberts has left the entryway light on for me.

I rang the doorbell and took a step back, holding the pizza. “Coming!”

I heard the click of the lock and the door swung open. Meeting Mr. Roberts for the first time I didn’t know what to expect, but what I saw was not even close to what I expecting from the voice.

Mr. Roberts was about 6’3 with a body-builder frame and muscles everywhere. He had a neatly trimmed blond beard which went well with his bright blue eyes and shaved head. I of course didn’t see that at first as I was distracted by the thin robe that was far too short for a man his height. We stood there for a few minutes as I took in all of his hairy muscles exposed through the low slit in the front and the length exposing most of his thighs. I had almost forgotten why I had come there in the first place.

“So how much do I owe you again?” He asked. I snapped out of my trance and remembered I still had pizza in hand.

“Oh, $18.90 with the delivery charge”

“Right.” Mr. Roberts patted his robe pockets, 

“I seem to have forgotten to put the cash in the robe when I changed. Come on in and I’ll grab it for you.” He stepped to the side to let me in. Still being a bit naïve, I gladly accepted the invitation in as it was starting to get chilly.

As I walked in, he closed the door behind me and ran over to the side room. As I watched his quick little sprint, I watched his robe flap a little bit and could see he was definitely not wearing anything under that robe. My closeted brain lusted after those two perfectly toned cheeks. After he darted into his room out of sight, I let my gaze wander through the house. I was standing in the Landing with beautiful vaulted ceilings… it was odd though since there was absolutely no furniture. Just a closing table with a couple of chairs where the dining room should be and a camping chair sitting in front of the fire place where the television stood on the edge.

Mr. Roberts quickly returned. “Sorry about that. Been a bit scatter brained since my divorce.” That immediately explained the lack of furniture in the house. “Here you go,” he said handing me the cash as I handed him the pizza.. I handed him the pizza and looked at what he handed me. $25 was definitely not what I was expecting from Mr BIG Tipper.

He could obviously see the disappointment on my face. “That’s not all your tip, you know?”

“Excuse me?” I asked.

“Make yourself comfortable,” he said directing me to the camping chair. Please don’t forget how naïve I am in this moment as I still looked extremely puzzled. Mr Roberts could definitely see my confusion.
He stepped closer to me and gently placed his hand on my cock. I didn’t realize I was so hard until his touch. He leaned in as my face flushed red. “You seem ready for your tip. Take off your pants and go sit down.”

He walked over to his make-shift dining room table and set down his pizza. I couldn’t move. I thought the whole pizza delivery guy troupe in porn was just a porn thing. I couldn’t believe this was happening. He looked back and now gave me a confused look. “Do you not want your tip?”

Quickly, I stumbled to undo my belt as I tripped to get my pants boxers off. It was a good thing I was sitting down. The amount of blood that was currently in my face and cock was making me light headed. Mr. Robert walked around to my front and stared at my cock as he got to his knees.

I really wasn’t too big… maybe 6.5 inches, but I was definitely thick. My cock was covered in untrimmed pubes, but that didn’t seem to matter to Mr. Roberts as he wrapped his large hand around it. “Wow, you are thick,” he admired. I tried to thank him for his compliment, but no words came out. “And you’re hard, boy. Bet you haven’t cum in a while.” That much was true. I hadn’t cum in a few days… which was quite a bit of time for me.

Without further ado, he took my entire cock into his mouth as I felt his beard tickling my balls. I had never felt that sensation. I grew even harder in Mr. Roberts mouth, which he seemed to like as he began to bob his head faster and faster. His tongue swirled as he relentlessly lubed up my cock with his mouth.

My eyes began to roll back and I didn’t know what to do with my hands. I placed them on Mr. Roberts shoulder, which must have excited him more as his bobbing quickened even more. He began to grunt, which turned me on.  I could feel my balls welling up. I didn’t want this to end, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer. I was about to explode.

I tapped him on the shoulder. “I…I’m gonna cum,” I blurted our as best I could. He didn’t seem to care as he continued to suck. I realized this was going to be the first time someone had swallowed me. The excitement from this epiphany sent me over the edge.

I felt the first shot spew out. Mr Robert’s quickly deep throated my entire cock to prepare for my load. The feeling and excitement sent off the second shot. My entire body convulsed. I could tell this one was intense by the way it startled Mr Robert as he gagged. A few more powerful cumshots flowed from my cock. The feeling of someone swallowing my cum without letting my cock fall out of his mouth was extraordinary. As my orgasm came to a halt, Mr. Roberts slowly lifted his mouth off my cock sending a couple more shivers down my spine. I had never had an orgasm leave me that sensitive.

“Wow, boy, you’re definitely the best tasting delivery boy I’ve had from Tony’s.” That definitely brought up some questions in my head, but that’s a story for another time. I was left speechless. My head spun with all the endorphins and my legs felt like jelly.

Mr. Roberts got up from the floor and I could see he was definitely sporting a semi-hard on. Couldn’t tell how big he was, but I would find out later. He ran out to another room and I heard some water running… I assume he ran to the kitchen.

I slowly stood up and regained feeling in my legs. I moved as fast as I could to put back on my pants, which was difficult due to my cock still being pretty erect. Mr. Roberts came back into the room with two glasses of water in hand. I had just finished getting my semi-erect cock into my pants

“Thanks for the pizza,” he winked handed me the glass of water.

I graciously accepted the water and gulped it down quick, “Anything for a BIG Tipper like you.”

Mr. Roberts smirked as we both walked to the door. He let me out and I stumbled to pull out the keys for the truck. I jumped in and threw the keys into the ignition. It was just my luck the truck wouldn’t turn over. I tried a couple more times, but no luck. The battery truck was not moving that night. I couldn’t call my parents, they were out of town, and my manager has been know to turn off his cell when he’s not working to avoid calls. I was stuck walking home.

I looked back at the house to see Mr. Roberts standing in the lit entryway. He saw I was in trouble and waved me in… but looks like that will have to be a story for another time.